Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1221 Song Jiaming is Fake

Professor Su was… really the Old Master’s son?

So… Song Jiaming is a fake?

And Song Zishan is even more fake?

The Su Wen sisters are the real ones?

How could this be?

Songshan shivered, and his mind could only grasp the fact that Professor Su was already dead, dead… Then, the look Songshan cast upon Song Zishan changed, becoming very strange.

Song Zishan had been calling out for what felt like ages, expecting her grandfather to hurry out and protect her, to blame her cousin. She had even prepared how she would cry to her grandfather, and complain with self-pity. But after waiting a while, her grandfather didn’t show up; instead, it was Auntie Feng, a distant relative who had always been almost invisible in the household, who appeared.

“Stop yelling,” Auntie Feng, who served as something akin to a housekeeper in the Song family, was in charge of all the various little tasks at home. She managed several maids, security guards, and the medical staff attending to Old Master Song.

Auntie Feng had come to the Song family as a teenager, her life marred by hardship, almost not surviving until Old Master Song found her after her father had died in war. After spending more than twenty years with the Song family, she usually kept a low profile and didn’t talk much, which was why she didn’t have much presence, but she was always trusted.

Now, her gaze towards Song Zishan was filled with disgust and resentment. She had heard everything the young master and the old general discussed in the study.

Perhaps the young master had no intention of keeping it secret; when she had gone in to pour water, he hadn’t stopped talking.

The shock, astonishment, and the fury Auntie Feng felt upon learning the truth were uncontrollable. She had come to the Song family when she was just a teenager and had long since regarded it as her own home and the old general as her own biological father.

The sorrow, the old age, the guilt and self-reproach from the general she saw in the study cut at her heart like a knife. Never in all the years had the Song family been schemed against like this, who could have imagined such a simple and honest person would do such venomous deeds.

A lie that lasted for half a century?

Song Jiaming flexed his military might, enjoying the best conditions and greatest capital provided by the Song family, yet he turned around and harmed the Song family’s biological son. In the next generation, they still lorded over everyone.

At that moment, Auntie Feng wished she could have killed Song Zishan.

Frightened, Song Zishan shivered and stammered, “What… why are you looking at me like that?”

Without a word, Auntie Feng stepped forward, her expression fierce. With a backhand and a forehand, she struck twice with loud slaps that shocked everyone’s hearts. Not yet satisfied after two slaps, she followed up with two more.

Although she was a woman, she had endured hardships since childhood. Her hands were strong, and they carried a towering hatred. She struck Song Zishan so hard that it left her seeing stars, dizzy for a long while, until the rapid swelling of her cheeks and a burning pain brought her back to reality.

When she came to her senses, she felt her teeth loosen, and then spit out a tooth with a “puh”.

“Humph! The young master and the old general are men, magnanimous and unwilling to lower themselves to argue with a bastard like you, but I am a woman, I don’t have such a good temper.”

Every time she thought of the old general, who, out of consideration for the aunt’s health and mental endurance, kept everything hidden and continued to let this bastard bully others in the Song family, flashing authority outside as if commanding the wind and rain, she couldn’t swallow her anger.

She was a woman, without such broad vision, without so much sense of duty and responsibility.

All she knew was that her own family’s child had been schemed against to such an extent, that her own family’s younger generation was still out there, unable to come home, and it was all thanks to the bastard before her.

She just couldn’t swallow that anger.